It will be, Lord what it will be
An homage to our victory
For words we’ve said and deeds we’ve done
There in dark night and light of sun.
Man is not one of patient soul
He searches for his selfish goal
And lusting for uneven chance
He will indulge the devils dance.
He’ll shift and lie and pounce and weave
Before he scurries off to leave
He has no weight and is not true
There is no faith in what he’ll do !
Hence we must wait until he’s spent
To ponder where our freedoms went
It will take time to garner strength
To help retrieve our lives at length
But we shall win have no small doubt
God is our Hero most devout !
Claire V. Bogdanos 